Slavelike

Frivolity
here among the snakes
and thistles

Sincere simplicity
and some pleasure
among the cruelty

Tempting to cross their natures
to make them lash out
fitting to wear the drama

I place them among me
thrones are shaky
earthquake will consume them

I walk in these places
holy and untouched
beyond any temptation

On this heap of mud
on this excessive frailty
and among animals

Suitably entrenched
just for an hour
nothing ahead

About Emil Hjort

Writer, poet and mysticist.
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